Page 75 of Worth Loving You

Something inside snapped. For a split second, everything around me went black, a sharp pain piercing my brain, and I thought maybe I was having a mini stroke. Suddenly, the blackness blinked away, and everything was red.

My thoughts went into revenge mode and all I could feel was pain, heartache, sorrow, betrayal. A voice in my head screamed, chanted, ordering me to give this pain to someone else. Not even thinking about what I was doing, I swiped a knife from the wooden block on the kitchen counter and ran forward, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Oh, fuck. Boss!”

Jennifer shrieked as Milo spun around. Screaming, she covered herself and threw her sweaty body against the glass wall.

“Oh, shit,” Milo wheezed, backing away.

Wailing, I thrust the knife forward. Milo lunged to the side so the blade scraped down his bicep from his shoulder to his elbow. All my energy spent in that one attempt, the knife fell from my hands, and I hit the floor on my knees, covering my face to weep hysterically.

“Ah! Goddammit!” he shouted, grabbing his arm. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Wyatt ran forward with a towel, pressing it to the long cut.

“Oh my god!” Jennifer sniveled, hiding behind her fists, her brows arched high. “Chazz, I’m so sorry, sugar. I’m so so sorry.”

Getting a second burst of adrenaline, I bounded to my feet and lunged at her, grabbing her hair and slamming her head into the glass.

She shrieked, her arms flailing at her sides.

“Fuck you!” I blubbered, my heart shattering. Bringing my arm back, I flung it forward, breaking her nose.

She screamed and slumped to the floor, blood pouring down her naked chest.

When I tried to get to her a third time, Wyatt’s shoulder slammed into me, knocking me backward. I hit the back of the sofa and crumbled to my ass. Crossing my legs, I covered my face and rocked erratically, wailing.

Milo threw his head back, gasping for air, holding the towel to his arm. Blood was trickling down, dripping to the floor off his fingertips. “Jesus, baby girl,” he wheezed, shaking his locks off his brow. “That was kinda hot, charging in here like that, all crazed and jealous.”

My stomach cramped, the bile shooting up my throat. “Fuck you,” I wept, crawling to my hands and knees.

“Chazzy, I’m so sorry, sugar,” Jennifer cried.

“Get out. Get the fuck out and don’t ever talk to me again.”

“Please, please don’t do this.”

“Me?” I shrieked, spinning around to gawk. “You did this!” I roared, pointing at her. “How long? Listening to you two, I know this wasn’t the first time.”

“Just a couple times, I swear.”

“Oh, please. Don’t insult my woman with your lies,” Milo grumbled, checking the cut under the towel. Looking at Wyatt, he jutted his chin. “Get me another and call the doc. I can’t go to the hospital for this.”

“I know,” he grumbled, flashing me a sneer. He took two steps, paused, and swiped the knife off the floor. “Crazy bitch,” he muttered for only me to hear as he stomped toward the kitchen.

Milo pressed the cloth into place and strutted to the coffee table. Plopping down in one of the oversized armchairs, he bent forward to get his cigarettes, lighting one. “I’ve been fucking her since you two moved in here fulltime.”

A sharp, jagged breath filled my lungs, scratching my throat. My sight darting back and forth between them, my tears were falling off my face, splattering the floor.

“No, no! He’s lyin’. It’s only been a couple times.”

“Oh my god, let it go, Jennifer. She’s not stupid. We had fun, now we’re busted, it’s over.”

He returned with a couple towels. Moving the coffee table closer to Milo, he sat on it and removed the stained cloth. He hissed in pain while Wyatt inspected the damage. Shaking out one of the fresh ones, he cleaned up the blood and said, “You’ll be fine. It’s not that deep.”

“Chazz,” she squeaked, gazing at me with sorrow. “I’m so sorry, sugar. I love you so much.”

“Fuck you! I fucking hate you. How could you do this to me, huh?” Dropping from my knees to the side of an ass cheek, I pressed my palm to my chest. “I had no one, no one! I had never had anyone. The one man I wanted, the only one, and you had to have him? Why? You could have had any man you wanted, why the one and only man I wanted?”